Consulting criminal, sound familiar? Well, Y/n L/n took great inspiration from the fictional villain Jim Moriarty. From the young age of 18 she built up her criminal empire until she was untouchable. Until she could do whatever she wanted, get whate...
"And your love is... romantic?" Clint looked a little too confused.
"What else could it be?" you whimper out, fear of rejection swarming your mind like a cloud of toxic gas in a realm of darkness you were yet to explore.
"Score," Anna high fives Wanda behind her back, Pietro and her sharing a bowl of popcorn Vision held.
"I spent nights in my bed wishing he was safe, in my arms, so I could tell him that I love him," your mask slid off your face, to reveal tears. "And I'm fucking terrified, not only to love him but in case I lose him, so I don't care if you're mad that I didn't wait but I can't when he could be dying,"
"Then let's not waste any more time," Thor spun Mjolnir and pointed to the base in the far distance raised on a mountain top.
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Shouting and blasts were heard in the distance. Echoing down the hall like a mocking to freedom. It happened once or twice as a sick mind game Faye played on him. His heart ached, each blast feeling like an invisible dagger on it's own.
The first time he thought his brother had found him. The second time tore him to shreds, the door opening to reveal your relieved face, a blast shooting you down and your blood pooling around.
Faye's sickening laugh echoing as he sobbed out your name.
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"Where is he?" Not a word was spoken meaning your bullet ingrained in the soldier's skull.
"Y/n L/n, pleasure," a woman approached you with a grin fit for some sort of Disney villain and one not so charming as yours.
"And you are?"
"Faye Silverton, head Hydra operative for this base, and the main drive for your capture,"
"You're the asshole in charge? You failed to send back a letter, dear,"
"Yes, the body you sent and rather gruesome doing to it didn't exactly shake me up as you would hope," her brass knuckles emitted a purple electrical shock as she clashed them together a few time to jump start them.
"Well, I'll do better next time and send your body to your boss,"
"I'd like to see you try, whore," she circled you slowly, the knuckles glowing bright. "You were never the top of the top, you know that?" the grip on your gun tightened. "Mathew told me all about how you got to this place, this power... I wasn't wrong to call you a whore,"
"Shut up before you regret it,"
"I won't-" Faye was suddenly shot between the eyes, her body falling limp against the rubble.
"Now you do," a sudden blast made you jump and rush down the hall, Thor and Cap hand clashed weapons to create a sound wave. "Careful, don't bring this place to the ground! Stark, secure the files,"
"What do you think I've been doing all along? Playing Uno??"
"Any eyes on Loki, Wanda?"
"I got an energy from the lower levels, 100 feet underground... it's in pain, it's-" Wanda groans at the sudden wave of emotions.
"It's Loki,"
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"Loki?!" You yelled out the dark hall, seemingly molding walls reeking the scent of death and pain. "Loki?!"
"Stop, just stop," his voice rung out in soft weeps. "No more, please, I don't want any more false hope... I don't want to hear her voice, I don't want to believe,"
"Loki??" you shot the hinges of the door before kicking it down, the first hit a failure until you barged right through.
"STOP IT!" You jump back when Loki shouted at you, not only his voice but his state. "Please, stop it,"
"Stop what? What is it, Loki?" You rush to his side, his body flinching away as you looked around at the devices, the torn clothes, the wounds. "Who did this?"
"Just reveal yourself, stop these mind games,"
"Games? Loki, what are you talking about? It's me, Y/n," the moment you held his face, he flinched away. "Loki..."
Loki felt your warm touch, human, welcoming... loving. "Please tell me it's you, please,"
"Who else could I be?"
"Faye, she- she used the veils to look like you-"
"Loki, whatever she said, whatever she did to hurt you, scare you, I assure you it's really me this time, I'm here to take you home, I promise," you kissed his forehead before moving around to uncuff him.
"It's Asgardian, the restraints are of Nordic runes-"
"Got it," you let the shackles fall, pocketing them to stop future use.
"When did you learn Norse Runes?"
"Last night," helping him up and out the room you see Thor rush to help. "Bruce, prepare the kit now, Loki is hurt bad,"
"Got it," Banner replies, the sound of preparations heard before he let go.
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Loki was deep in sleep, a shock mechanism he had done while in captivity when the burns became too severe. His body fought to keep him alive, but now you were there to watch.
The monitor was the only visual of his pulse, his skin looking corpse-like, the bodies sprawled and rotting in the base could be no match.
"Will he be ok?"
"I... I don't know, Loki isn't responding to the treatment, I studied Thor and even Sif when she came down to earth for a short period of time, both healing with the medicine," Banner rushed around and brought out more IV tubes. "Asgardians should respond-"
You let your eyes trail along the burns, a faint blue veining out the blisters. "Thor, what aren't you telling us?" the god shifted in discomfort at the question. "Thor, if you don't tell us, we can't save him,"
A long moment of silence, waiting for an answer. "Loki is... not Asgardian," he coughs out.
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